Books About Surviving The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

On the second day of Apocalypse, the Supermarket Mall is still surrounded by many zombies. They are not the only survivors. There are some survivors from other areas like who hide inside the Gas Station storage room. Fortunately, the station has a gate which prevented the zombies on entering the area. Because of this, they can come and go anytime without the surprise attack of zombies. However, foods and drinks are the main point of survival. They have to look for food in order to accumulate enough strength to fight against them.

Her lower lip was quivering. “Lindsay, you’re not going anywhere,” Brock said calmly. “All the cars have broken down, our cellphones are destroyed, and the landline is dead.” “Yes, dead!” Lindsay yelled. “Every time I turn around, someone is dead. I’m not going to be next!” “Lindsay, calm yourself and see reason,” Lexi said gently. “It’s daybreak. We’ll get dressed and search the garage again. There has to be car parts in there to get a vehicle running.”

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

Three months flew by and Zhi Yin is now in Y City. This past three months, Zhi Yin already gathered a lot of materials but he knew that it is not still enough, that's why he still flew to different cities to buy more as he know that only 40% of the population of Edrinon are the only one who turns into zombies while the 60% survives and arrives at the safe bases across the country and. But because of the shortage of food and other materials, in just a span of two years after the apocalypse began, 20% of the Edrinon Citizens who survive for these two year, died because of hunger and because of some common sickness that can be healed if there's only enough medicine.

Sarah insisted on giving every child a small sweet roll every Sunday, while Thomas complained she would bankrupt the bakery. She always laughed and baked more. Some traditions, she said, deserved to survive the apocalypse. *** As the months passed by, the city's expansion continued almost every week. Word had spread farther than Aaron ever imagined. Small survivor groups arrived regularly. Sometimes they came in trucks, or on bicycles. While sometimes they walked for weeks. Each arrival told the same story. "We heard there was a city." At first they didn't believe the rumors. Neither had Claire Morgan. Yet here she was, the former army sergeant had become one of Aaron's most trusted officers

Soon after Tsao's group reunited, the wolves retreated ending the battle as quickly as it started. Among the survivors there were few standing, making Tsao realize how close they were to end up among the casualties. When he met bob he was about to fight a wolf barehanded and Anne would have been a sacrifice just to earn a couple seconds more to a lowly scum who wouldn't even fight for himself. Some people were mourning the dead while others walked around trying to help any survivors. Tsao noticed that there were those who would die after a single bite and those who survived even the most gruesome wounds, but still perished due to blood loss or lack of treatment.

Half a month later, Clement and Anthea arrived at the bungalow in Uri's impatience and anticipation, this time, they also brought him lots of food. Sitting in a wooden house without candlelight, Anthea hugged Uri's arm in fear. "Why don't you light a candle? I'm afraid of the dark." "Should not." Clement immediately objected. "Having light will easily attract the attention of others. Your brother, his friend, and I are here; what are you afraid of?" Anthea did not dare to ask for more. She sat quietly beside Uri, listening to the stories of the men. "In the book about the creator god, I saw a passage about how mankind was saved from the devil's clutches by Genesis and became the master of th

I would remorse him for that. But this apocalypse… this zombie outbreak made me realize a lot of things. That in times like this, there’s no room for humanity anymore. You shouldn’t even give a hundred percent of your trust to other people. And if you want to survive in this chaotic world, you need to do everything. Even if it’s the exchange of breaking your own beliefs and principles. “But I think you’re personally right. What you’ve said earlier, it does make sense,” Justine added as he smiled at me.

I wouldn't fight zombies head-on. As long as I had enough food, I could hole up in my apartment and survive. One extra day was a win. With that decided, I wasted no time. I joined the chaos of looters scavenging for supplies. Society was collapsing. Everyone was scrambling to find the strongest pets to survive. I used the confusion to slip into the supermarket warehouse, carrying out hundreds of pounds of rice, flour, and cooking oil in batches. Nothing on the shelves escaped my haul. Even my tiny, secondhand car couldn't hold it all. I stocked half my apartment with drinking water alone.